The scholar retracted his steps, turned to look at Su Jin, and sighed: "Feng didn't have any silver on him today, so he had to come back to buy paintings another day."

Yan Qing looked at him, and obviously just said that the money for eating should be saved. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Mr. Feng!" Su Jin walked out of the counter and smiled at him: "You misunderstood, Su Mou called you to stop you, not to let you buy paintings"

"Huh?" Feng Zicheng smiled reassuringly, and asked puzzledly: "I don't know what Mr. Su called Feng?"

Yan Qing motioned for Aunt Li to bring a cup of tea to Mr. Feng.

Su Jin invited him to sit down, and asked humbly, "Has Mr. Feng ever entered the imperial examination?"

When it came to the scientific expedition, Feng Zicheng's face darkened, and his heart was infinitely sad.

He laughed self-deprecatingly and replied: "Feng is ashamed, he has repeatedly failed in the examination"

When Su Jin heard this, he knew that he shouldn't ask, so he paused...

But Feng Zicheng smiled indifferently: "Mr. Su doesn't have to blame himself, the road to fame can't be forced, Feng is too persistent, and now he is so poor that he has to save money on food."

Su Jin couldn't help but worry about himself.

Yan Qing saw that the two of them were depressed when they talked about the imperial examination, she hurriedly took a cup of tea brought by Aunt Li, handed it to Mr. Feng, and said with a smile: "It's not bad to be too persistent, but it is true that you have to choose the right path, is Mr. still preparing to enter next year's spring exam?"

Feng Zicheng laughed in a low voice: "I can't afford to eat, what kind of spring I can't take the test, I'm not afraid of the three jokes, whether Feng can live until next year, it's all unknown."

"Su Mou once had the same thought, I and the insider can have today, thanks to the three hundred and sixty lines that the insider said, the line is out of the champion to wake up!" After speaking, Su Jin looked at his mother.

Yan Qing looked at him and smiled, she was still sitting in the kitchen angry about this. In the blink of an eye, she and her husband survived.

She understood what her husband meant, and asked Mr. Feng with a smile: "You can see that Mr. Feng likes calligraphy and painting, does he like to paint on weekdays? I wonder how much Mr. Feng knows about calligraphy and painting?"

"Know a little bit about it"

Yan Qing listened to his humble tone and attitude, and told truthfully: "Since Mr. Feng knows a little bit about it, it just so happens that the gallery wants to hire a painter, I wonder if Mr. is interested?"

When Feng Zicheng heard this, he was flattered and got up and recommended himself: "Although Feng's painting skills are clumsy, I hope to paint a painting and hope that Mr. Su will give him more advice."

"Don't dare!" Su Jin said humbly.

Yan Qing went to bring the four treasures of the study and put them on the table, and the ink in the inkstone was just researched.

Feng Zicheng held a sleeve in one hand, dipped a pen in the other hand and dipped it in ink, and began to paint. He painted Su Jin's "Seclusion" landscape painting.

The style of painting is dotted with small bridges and flowing water under the mountains, and the painting skills are beautiful and moist, thorough and meticulous, and the gorgeous style is smooth.

"Mr. Feng painted well!" Su Jin praised him.

"Hehe!" Feng Zicheng smiled and said humbly: "Feng's painting skills are still far from Mr. Su's, the subtlety of this "Seclusion", Feng's pen power is still lacking, and he is offended."

"Where!" Su Jin said with a smile: "If the two paintings are mixed together to identify, even Su doesn't know which one was painted by himself."

Yan Qing knew that both of them were self-humble people, and this Mr. Feng's painting skills were recognized by his husband.

She smiled and said, "Mr. Feng, I don't think you should go back today, and start working in the gallery!

Feng Zicheng thought that he could not do anything, he was flattered again, got up again, bowed to Su Jin and Yan Qing, and said gratefully: "Thank you Mr. Su and Mrs. Su, Mr. Feng will never have the idea of suicide from today onwards, and will definitely paint diligently."

"Mr. Feng doesn't have to be polite!" Yan Qing smiled and said: "My husband and I are also fortunate to have the help of noble people, we can't repay them, so we have to help others with this gratitude."

"Thank you, Mrs. Su!" Feng Zicheng felt how honored he was.

Aunt Li didn't expect Mr. Feng to become her own person all of a sudden, she smiled and returned to the second floor with Mr. Feng, and prepared a table for him, and she will paint on this table on the second floor in the future.

Su Jin and Yan Qing have already decided to hire Mr. Feng.

The friendly reminder on the small wooden card has to be changed, Su Jin listened to his mother's words, and after getting a small wooden card, the card only reads: "This art gallery refuses to sell calligraphy and paintings"

They hung the wooden signs outside the gallery and went about their own work.

It was mid-morning.

Suddenly, a few painters came to the gallery to see the paintings, and Yan Qing entertained them to view the paintings in the hall, and a gentleman surnamed Chen immediately bought the landscape painting "Seclusion".

Because the paintings on the second floor are clearly divided, there is no division of the paintings in the hall on the first floor. Rather, they are heterozygous and hung together.

The other three painters went up to the second floor, and Su Jin entertained them to view the paintings.

A few paintings were sold.

Fang Xinrong and Xiaoyu happily came to the art gallery, as soon as they came, they sat down and chatted with Yan Qing for a while.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen painters came.

Aunt Li was busy, and when she saw that Miss Fang and Xiaoyu were here, she smiled and beckoned Xiaoyu to help her.

"Sister Yan, the business of the gallery is good!" Fang Xinrong sent out the two gentlemen, and walked back to the counter with a smile and said to Yan Qing.

"But you can't be too happy!" Yan Qing was counting the bill for the paintings sold in the morning, looked up at her and smiled: "However, your eldest brother Su and your senior brother are right, the art gallery is located on Qingyang Street, it is the right place, the days will be long, take your time!"

"Uh-huh!" Fang Xinrong agreed.

While they were chatting, Aunt Li happily went downstairs from the second floor and said to them: "It seems that it is really useful to hire that Mr. Feng, when he paints, the painters have come to see it, no, there is a Mr. Yan who is very generous, and he alone bought three paintings."

"Really?" Fang Xinrong couldn't help but be curious about that Mr. Feng when she heard Aunt Li say this.

She said happily: "Sister Yan, you are busy with yours first, I'll take a look."

She went up to the second floor, and when she reached the second floor, she looked into the hall, her head suddenly drooped, and she went downstairs silently in disappointment.

Yan Qing saw that she went up and came down so quickly, and she didn't discuss calligraphy and painting with Mr. Feng?

She smiled and asked, "Sister Xinrong, what's wrong?"

Fang Xinrong walked back to her helplessly, raised her eyes to see that Aunt Li was not there, and said with a smile: "No wonder Aunt Li is so happy, it turns out to be Uncle Feng of the same age."

Yan Qing couldn't help laughing when she heard it, but she listened to Sister Xinrong's words.